Monday, March 24, 2008

Has something ever intrigued you so much that for a moment, you forget everything you were worried about? Have you ever been so confused and just stepped into a moment of clarity that was so painstakingly clear that it terrified you? Last night, as I cried out to God about the direction of my life, I listened to this song. Somehow, I went from crying about myself to weeping over the direction the world has taken. Oh, how I wish I could change myself. Oh, how I long to make a difference. Oh my God.

Oh my God, look around this place Your fingers reach around the bone You set the break and set the tone Flights of grace, and future falls In present pain All fools say, "Oh my God" Oh my God, Why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed There is no cure for our disease Turn a phrase, and rise again Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend Oh my God Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief Weddings, boats and alibis All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures Thieves will always say Lost and found; ailing wanderers Healers always say Whores and angels; men with problems Leavers always say Brokenhearted; separated Orphans always say War creators; racial haters Preachers always say Distant fathers; fallen warriors Givers always say Pilgrim saints; lonely widows Users always say Fearful mothers; watchful doubters Saviors always say Sometimes I cannot forgiveAnd these days mercy cuts so deepIf the world was how it should be,maybe I could get some sleepWhile I lay, I dream we're better,Scales were gone and faces lightWhen we wake, we hate our brotherWe still move to hurt each otherSometimes I can close my eyes,And all the fear that keeps me silentfalls below my heavy breathing,What makes me so badly bent?We all have a chance to murderWe all feel the need for wonderWe still want to be remindedthat the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip,I wonder what to make of heavenAll the times I thought to reach upAll the times I had to giveBabies underneath their bedsHospitals that cannot treatall the wounds that money causes,All the comforts of cathedralsAll the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritanceAll the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense Oh my GodOh my GodOh my God